A Lonely Tree

By Athar Mudasir.

 In the crowd of jungle it was invisible disease which spread throughout whole jungle and making tree dead and fall one after one being cut down by greed to boost their materialist dream. Slowly the hill started looking bald and scary. The weeds and pests have occupied the region, the convey of worms and scavengers drill it. Every life seems decaying. The rivers have become angry smashing the land, floods rag it and slaps torn it. 

In this dark, dry land a distinct Ray of light sparking a little life in the seed which have been preserved by the land, a seedling torn the land and raise its voice. The days and years swept and this tiny life has now turned into a tree. Absorbing the land and pondering life. 

It have made a small garden in thy bald area where now many birds find shalter. The life seeks it's way. 

#occupation 

#Resistance